No Air
Summary: My version of 1x13: A thin line between Chuck and Nate. Basically my timeline goes as follows. The Cotillion happened and then Roman Holiday happened right after it. 1.12 never happened. So in my story, Blair slept with Nate at the Cotillion and then Chuck took off for Monaco. Blair's father came home after missing Thanksgiving with Roman, and Nate went to Monaco with Chuck. Blair hasn't heard from either boy since.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
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Hello Upper East Siders!
It's a marvelous day for a walk isn't it? Well, maybe for some people, but not for us. Christmas vacations have just ended and of course here I am for your gossiping pleasures. Now that our winter romances are over and all of the alcohol at our families' winter houses is gone, we've got to come back and get ready for the return to school tomorrow. So refresh yourself by getting a mani-pedi and a shopping spree with your parents' credit card, you know you want to.
Personally I'm still a little shocked about the lack of gossip I've been hearing. Turns out that none of our favorite Upper East Sider's did anything overly scandalous over the break. No arrests? No drunken brawls? Oh come on, where is your sense of adventure!
Spotted:
B figure-skating with her gay-fabulous father and his boyfriend, S and Lonely Boy gallivanting around Brooklyn like that adorable couple we secretly wish we were but will never admit to, J trailing along at Barney's with K and I, and C and N were nowhere to be seen, but rumor is it that they were in Monaco soaking up the sun, and downing their sorrows at the bar? Has N grown tired of B already?
I don't know about the rest of you, but I want to know why C was downing his sorrows. I mean come on C; we both know you have nothing to be sad about. You're rich; have plenty of alcohol, and the girls love you, what could be wrong? If you're looking for a change of pace, I'm always here.
You know you love me
xoxo, Gossip Girl.
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Chuck Bass rolled his eyes as he flipped his phone and placed it back into his pocket. Reading Gossip Girl was usually a "chick" thing to do, but it was something he had always gotten a kick out of. He honestly didn't know why Gossip Girl even bothered using initials, everyone knew who everyone was. He picked up his abandoned scotch and drained it, shaking his head as the alcohol entered his system.
His "holiday" with Nate had been less than perfect; Nate had been overly anxious to share all of the details with his newfound sexual relationship with Blair and had been fairly disappointed when Chuck didn't want to hear about it, at all. Nate had only stayed with him for a few days before he had left, probably going back to shack up with Blair. He cringed as the thought entered his head and downed another shot of scotch. He leaned back into his booth at Victrola and sighed dramatically, drinking always made him feel very dramatic. He had a sudden urge to hunt Blair down and profess his undying love to her, but he didn't know why. Sure the butterflies were there, maybe…he wasn't sure. He was almost certain that all of the butterflies had fluttered out of him the second he saw Blair pulling Nate into an abandoned bedroom at the cotillion.
He didn't want to admit it, but the feelings were still there, and they weren't going to go away.
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Blair flipped her phone closed and rolled her eyes; Gossip Girl was quite possibly the most annoying person she had ever met that she hadn't actually met. No one really knew who she was, yet the followed her like a cult or something, even she herself had been known to follow Gossip Girl. Tomorrow was the first day back at school after everything between her, Nate and Chuck had occurred. To be completely honest, she wasn't sure how things were supposed to play out now. Sure, when she had left Chuck out on that dance floor, she had said they were over, but in her mind they were far from it. She had just wanted to make him jealous, to hurt him like he had hurt her by ruining her debut. She had wanted someone to see her head upstairs with Nate, but she hadn't wanted him to see.
When she had said that they were over, she hadn't meant it. She wanted him to chase after her, and he wasn't moving fast enough. So she did the first thing she could find that would hurt him more than anything, Nate. Basically she just told Nate that she wanted him back and pulled him upstairs, telling him that she was finally ready. She knew that people had seen she and Nate go upstairs together so she figured that they could go upstairs into the room, make out for awhile and then she would say that it was a mistake and that she wasn't ready, and bail. Well, her plan went out the window when she and Nate slipped into the room and Nate was laughing.
"Hey, what are you laughing at?" She asked, looking kind of annoyed. Nothing she had been doing had been that funny, and she hated it when people were laughing and she didn't know what it was about.
"Oh nothing" he said with a smile as he kissed her, "just the look on Chuck's face when we came in here"
She froze. Chuck had seen them? Oh god, he must have been crushed.
"Oh
yeah?" she said, trying to act nonchalant. "What did it look
like?" "Well he looked kind of shocked at first, then he
looked really sad, but I don't know why" Nate said as he shrugged
his shoulders. "He took off down the stairs like a bat out of hell
though, probably forgot his date had a curfew and he needed to tap
that ass" he laughed as he continued kissing Blair's neck. The
way she was positioned she happened to have a good view facing the
outside entrance to the Palace, and she felt something inside of her
die as she saw Chuck, throwing things into a limo and barking at the
driver. She closed her eyes as the limo started to drive away.
Just thinking about all of the mistakes she had made with Chuck and with Nate made her feel sick inside. Her stomach was churning and she bolted out of bed, barely making it to the bathroom in time as she threw up everything she had eaten all day. She had been doing it everyday for a week now, and it wasn't even something she wanted to be doing. A few years ago she had suffered from bulimia, having relapses every so often, but nothing to this extent. She wasn't making herself sick, it was something else.
Something she didn't really want to think about.
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Well well well Upper East Siders, we've survived our first day back. I don't know about all of you, but I am already tired of the teachers trying to convince us that reading over Winter break is a normal thing to do. Please, as if I'm going to waste valuable tanning time at South Beach to read "All Quiet On The Western Front".
Remember what I was saying about our favorite UES earlier? I could not have been any more wrong.
Spotted
S buying a pregnancy test, could Lonely Boy be becoming a father? C spotted looking long fully into a group of girls, N spotted looking out of it while looking around for someone, could it be B, who didn't show up for school today?
Why wasn't B at school? Has S got a 'bun' in the proverbial oven? What is going on with C? I don't know about you, but I want to know the juicy details.
You know you love me,
xoxo, Gossip Girl
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AN: Basically this was just an introduction to my story line. So right now the first day of school is over. Blair wasn't there because she's too sick to come to school, wonder why? XD